A/N: this story contains slash and blah blah blah if you've read chapter one you probably already know that, but anyways this is one of my stories i'm not so sure if i want to delete or keep so i've decided i'll probably update it every once in awhile until it gets more reviews.
A/N: I also own nothing.
Randy glared up at the hotel there was no way in hell he was going in there, no way in hell he was facing the very man that he got fired, it wasn't his fault though he was just complaining after the match about how his whole body hurt and Vince had heard then decided to fire Ken. But he didn't know that, and he probably would never know that.
"Okay, you have three options, you can either sleep in your car for the whole month or you can go home not wrestle anymore and risk the chance of getting fired. Or you can suck it up get your ass in there and just deal with this." Mike said coming up behind him. Randy looked over at his friend,
"I can't believe fucking Vince is making me do this." Mike shrugged,
"A bets a bet my friend,"
"They would have never known the difference!" Mike sighed,
"Yes the would have Jeff made the room arrangements and called every single hotel we were staying at and made sure you two were always in the same room." Randy growled more before turning around grabbing his suitcase and walked into hotel followed by Mike.
"I wish that fucking retard would fall off a fucking cliff!" Mike laughed,
"You and the rest of us buddy." He said softly. Randy walked up to the front desk,
"I'm here to check in." The lady looked up and smiled,
"Okay what is your name?"
"Randy Orton." She smiled and looked at her computer and nodded looking back up at him,
"Alright your room number is 356 on the third floor and Mr. Anderson has not checked in yet." She said holding out his key,
"Lucky fucking me," Randy growled grabbing the key out of her hand and walked fast towards the elevator, the lady looked at him in confusion, Mike chuckled apologizing for his friends actions then checking him and Alex in then following Randy over to the elevator.
"I know you don't want to do this dude but do you have to have such a negative attitude?" Randy looked over at Mike,
"Do you realize how much I hate this guy?" he asked as the elevator door opened and they both entered the elevator. Mike nodded pressing there floor number,
"Yes I do remember how much you hate him and all that other stuff that happened but you can make the best of this."
"How Michael, how am I supposed to make the best of having to room with some guy that I wish was dead?" Mike shrugged,
"Hey don't ask me I've never had that problem before" Randy shook his head,
"Yea well I wish I never had this problem either"
"Well…you could fix that problem." Randy shot him a look,
"And how do you expect me to do this?"
"Well you could room with me and Alex and sleep on the floor, or, you can sleep in Ted's room now that Cody's gone back to Smackdown." Randy nodded,
"Yes but if I stayed in yours and Alex's room I'd have to hear you two fight or do other things and if I stayed in Ted's room rumors might start so maybe it's just best that I deal with him for the next month, thirty days isn't that long." Mike laughed and smiled,
"Yea it could be a whole year." Randy glared at him,
"I don't even want to think about that." Mike smiled at him and shook his head as the door opened and they both walked out.
"You know I'm impressed with you."
"Whys that Mizanin?" Randy asked as he opened the door to his hotel room and walked in,
"We've been talking for a good couple minutes and you have yet to drop the f bomb." Randy smiled a little,
"I guess I haven't." he said throwing his stuff on the edge of his bed and looked around the room, he was thankful it was a pretty good size room it meant he had more room to himself. He looked over at the beds and growled like any good hotel they were both right next to each other something Randy wouldn't have mind if he didn't have to room with Ken. "Mike come here and help me move this bed over. Mike nodded walking over to the other side picking the bed up as soon as randy did.
"Where do you want it?" he asked,
"Over there," he nodded over to the wall closet to the window; Mike nodded and started to move over to the wall and sat the bed down then walked back over grabbing the night stand and moved it over. Randy grabbed his suitcase and started to unpack, Mike jumped onto his bed grabbing the remote and turning on the T.V. Randy looked over at him and raised his eyebrow, "You do realize you have your own room right?" Mike shrugged,
"Yea…but Alex is probably there right now I don't feel like dealing with him right now." Randy sighed,
"What happened this time?" Mike shrugged,
"I don't know it's just he's so weird about things it's like I can't talk to Morrison without him getting jealous."
"Well you did date Morrison for about four years and now all of a sudden he's back on RAW and giving a hell of a lot of attention I'm sorry man but the kid does have a reason to be jealous." Mike sighed and looked over at Randy,
"I know but I don't love Morrison anymore that after all of the shit he did to me, I love Alex, and Alex should know that." Randy sighed looking at Mike,
"He probably does know that he just needs a little reassuring from you, you need to show him that you do really love him, how I don't know I'm not Alex and I'm sure as hell not ready for a love life again." Mike nodded,
"I can understand that man," Randy sighed slamming his fist down,
"It just fucking sucks you know, I have to see him every fucking week on RAW and he acts like nothing happens! And worse I have to see him every day with his stupid British boyfriend!" Mike sighed,
"I know buddy I know." Randy sighed as he opened his mouth as the door opened, both boys looked towards the door where Ken stood with his luggage in his hand, he had a hat on his head and the usual clothes that he was used to being seen in. He stood there awkwardly looking back at the two boys. Mike smiled a little looking back and forth between Randy and Ken, while Randy was just glaring at Ken.
"Well," Mike coughed, "I should go see if Alex has made his way here yet, I'll see you later Randy." He said jumping off the bed and passing right by Ken not saying another word. Ken watched him go then looked back at Randy who was still glaring at him, Ken looked at the two beds seeing that Randy had moved one bed far off to the corner,
"Well, I guess I'll take the bed that you haven't moved." He said,
"Very good you're not as dumb as I thought," Randy growled, turning his attention back to unpacking. Ken rolled his eyes shutting the door and began to unpack himself, he knew this month was going to be a very long month already, but he had one thing on his mind and he was going to make sure that he got his prize no matter how hard it took.